The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

Led by the staggering corpse, Escrito found a hidden underground cave.

"Good job." He nodded insincerely at the corpse, and the corpse smiled back. Now it doesn't look like a corpse anymore, its behavior is no longer rigid, and the expression on its face is also alive.

Corpse—Let’s call him Matt. Escrit has already figured out his general life experience. Of course, he just went through it in a hurry. He is not interested in knowing the details of Matt’s short life.After understanding the information he wanted, he stopped and did not continue to look down.

This is an apprentice wizard who is studying with an old wizard hiding in the underground cave in front of him. He went out today, intending to find someone to try his newly learned curse, but unfortunately, although he was careful enough, Cleverly disguised as a bird, he was still in danger.

And the danger cost him his life.

Matt walked into the underground cave with a normal behavior. He skillfully avoided the mechanism in front of the door. Escrit followed behind him, manipulating Matt to rummage in the cave.

All the furnishings in the cave show that this is a wizard's residence, stacks of tall old books, crystal skulls, and a complete human skeleton standing in the corner, as well as various dried animal corpses , with little furniture in the humble dwelling, exuding an atmosphere of poverty and superstition.

Escrito hides in the dark, and the only sound in the quiet underground cave is the sound of Matt rummaging through things.

He didn't pay much attention to the eerie old wizard in Matt's memory. From Matt's memory, he was just an old man who was very close to death, and he taught some low-level spells , although in Matt's eyes, those insignificant spells are perfect enough, but in Escrit's view, they are simply children's playing tricks.

At the beginning, Escrit never underestimated anyone, but with frequent contacts, the so-called wizards or alchemists are not very capable, even the lowest level apprentices in the Spire of Thorns in the past have surpassed They are numerous times.Staying in this environment for a long time, it is difficult for people not to swell, even if Escrit is not human.

He gradually became arrogant. He was proud of his own abilities and despised all the supernatural beings of this era.

So much so that today, he has to pay the price for this arrogance.

"...I curse you!" The old wizard who looked like a skeleton shouted bitterly: "I curse you with my soul, your life..."

Suddenly, the wizard paused, his cold eyes rested on Escrit's face, and then he laughed "Jie Jie".

Escrito tried to wring his neck before he could finish his sentence, but he couldn't. He was now in the middle of a sacrificial formation, an ancient formation using young and beautiful virgins. Outlined by blood, Escrit couldn't walk in.

The formation continuously sucked the vitality of the old wizard, his skin was tightly attached to the bones, and he looked even more terrifying than a real skeleton zombie.

However, he was not in a hurry to continue talking, even if his vitality was drained before his wish was spoken, he didn't have to worry about his own life.

"Look at my memory." The old wizard, who was about to meet the end of his life in the near future, showed an evil ecstasy at this moment, he opened his mouth and showed a big smile: "This is not the most obedient puppy ?"

"You seem to be doing well." The old wizard asked with a grin. "Tell me, how is my dear little apprentice doing now?"

Escrito frowned and said nothing. He stared at the monster with only a human figure not far away, and pursed his lips tightly.

"Look at you, my cute little apprentice should be doing well." The old wizard's deeply sunken eye sockets and dry cheeks made him look sick and crazy, and he began to mutter to himself: "That's my best Apprentice, as long as I have a little more time, I can taste his delicious soul...it's all you, you bloody beast..."

He uttered a long series of words in a low voice and quickly, the sentences were indistinct and difficult to distinguish.He was panting, and screamed loudly, "I curse you, I sacrifice my soul to the devil, curse you, what you fear most and least want to happen will happen in the near future, and you can't stop it no matter what !"

The old wizard knew that life, money, rights and other things could not threaten the human-shaped thing standing in front of him, so he chose a clever way to carry out his revenge.

What is he most afraid of?It depends on him, doesn't it?

If possible, his curse would not be so simple, but after so many years, his soul is no longer as strong as it used to be. A weak soul cannot perform complex curses, but this simple curse is enough.

"Damn beast, go to hell!"

The old wizard laughed bitterly, and then he collapsed in the center of the magic circle.

Escrito stood not far away, and he couldn't stop the other party's words. Although he wanted to crush the old wizard's larynx, the ancient formation prevented him from moving forward.

He waited patiently for a while, and when the formation finally fell silent, he slowly stepped forward, his brutal nature once again controlled him, and he tore the ugly corpse on the ground into pieces.

Blood was all over his body, Escrito silently looked at the unrecognizable things on the ground, and looked down at his hands.

He is not human after all, no matter how much he pretends to be, it can't change this.

Celeste is having dinner.

Unfortunately, he was not at home, nor were his dear parents sitting before him.He is now in the palace, and there is only one annoying Noyes in front of him.

"Oh, don't stop me, I'm going to find my dear kitten!"

Noyce danced artificially: "My new pet, little black cat! Meow, meow, meow!"

Celeste: "...Noyce." He almost couldn't bear it anymore: "Don't you think you are a bit too much?"

Noyce winked at him, "Excessive? How interesting! Our dear Duke, the pure virgin of Briarson, used his purity to influence a beast... Hahaha..."

Noyce patted the table, and laughed out of joy: "You are amazing, really, my dear brother, even the wild beasts worship under your beauty and purity..."

Celeste couldn't take it anymore, he slapped the table and got up, angrily said: "You are a virgin!"

Noyce froze for a moment, then broke out into a more impudent laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Celeste thought he didn't believe it, "If you don't believe it, just ask Miss Darthwick."

Noyce: "...Pfft...hahaha!"

"Okay, okay." Noyce finally stopped, looked at his young little brother tolerantly, and said kindly: "Don't be so anxious to clarify, can you be more reserved?"

Celeste was speechless, and blushed immediately after realizing what he had said belatedly.

"...my wine must not be sober yet."

He muttered, "It's all your fault, Noyce."

"You can't do it yourself, and you blame me?" Noyce put on an innocent surprised expression: "Forget it, forget it, you can do whatever you want, it seems that you can't drink on the day of your engagement, otherwise I'm really worried about you Call your fiancée mommy."

"Engaged..."

Celeste suddenly lost enthusiasm for this word, and the enthusiasm a few days ago seemed to have evaporated along with the alcohol, and now he remembered the matter of getting engaged, and suddenly felt some resistance in his heart.

Although he knew it was wrong, he still couldn't control his emotions.

In order to suppress this feeling of inappropriateness, Celeste deliberately recalled Escrit's face and his caring behavior, but the bad thing is that the wonderful memories that were intoxicating in the past now seem dull, just like A tired dessert, although the taste and appearance have not changed, but the taste does not want to continue to try it.

Celeste: "...?"

He glanced at Noyes suspiciously, wondering if what he gave himself to drink yesterday was wine or some kind of potion.

However, Noyce had no reason to do such a thing. Therefore, Celeste quickly threw away his unreasonable doubts and began to reflect on himself.

The delicious dishes suddenly became a bit dull.

For the next few days, he doubted himself in the palace, trying to regain his love for Escrit through constant memories, but with the increase in the number of memories, his love for Escrit was not enough. Increase and decrease.

He rejected all invitations from "Miss Darthwick", thought hard, and quickly came up with a method:

Love needs the efforts of both parties to keep it fresh. He decided to accept Escrit's invitation to see if the other party can make him change his mind.

Escrit was still in the disguise of "Miss Darthwick" to the outside world, but once he got to a place where no one saw him, he returned to his original appearance.

He eagerly kissed Celeste's lips, and Celeste didn't refuse, but he wasn't very enthusiastic either. He perfunctorily embraced Escrit's shoulders, and responded less positively.

The entanglement of lips and teeth can still bring him sensual pleasure, but the feeling of being intoxicated before is gone, and the existence of Escrito no longer attracts his attention as before. Looking at it now, he is just Just an ordinary person, not so attractive anymore.

Celeste took the initiative to end the kiss.

He looked at Escrit and thought to himself:

He seems to have gotten tired of the knight commander.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-12-2919:47:30~2020-12-3020:57:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Qiu 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!